More Poems For Today - April 17

Passing Lane Ahead

As we round the Redwood Tree

Taking its last ride on

Aguar's Sun Tree Service

Which seems to be a dis-service

To those majestic trees

It was thought that we had lost

All the first growth redwoods

But Big Basin houses these ancient trees

Some as old as Jesus.

Bonny Doon is an unusual name for a place

And Swanton road is where Curly used to live,

Who was a milestone in my life because

He changed it's direction 38 years ago

Introducing me to Ouspensky, Gurdjieff and Phenomenology

Before Silo changed it again 35 years ago

Introducing me to myself and Ken,

Isaias, June, Erica, Irina, MaryJo, Dick, Jeanie, Janet, Janet, Paul, Manuel,

Mathew, Nora, Bernice, John, Philip and all our friends

You know who you are.

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

Ano Nuevo Opened It's Doors

To show us fossil rocks, crashing waves, distant elephant seals

And rich, green, ancient horse tail ferns.

We're in the fog and its cold which has its own beauty

That only requires several extra layers of clothing to enjoy

After sweating on the Capitola Beach this afternoon dodging waves and kelp

This is a warm day in winter as we pass through all four seasons today

Welcoming us into Half Moon Bay's new strip mall

Is a Popeye Chicken and Biscuit Palace

Confirming that this part of the California Coast

Has been sold to the highest bidder

The farmer's daughter lives here too.

The road is hiding from us inside the fog

And Devil's slide is particularly menacing

With a sulphurous stink slipping into our noses

As we look questionably at one another.

It's not me, we each proclaim.

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

Pacifica

Offered a moment of clarity in a green cypress forest

Inside the bus we feel the city approaching

As our energies reflect It's sparkling neurosis.

We're In the slow lane

Climbing the hill to Skyline Boulevard north

Finding the better way to go

Remembering Emma, Godi, Julian

And Pete Seger's ticky tacky boxes

Of Daly City's fingerprints.

The natives are restless

Singing Peter Paul and Mary songs

As we pass the San Francisco Zoo

Who has magical consciousness?

Asks James Brown

And the sun has slipped below the fog

Astonishing us with its incredible beauty.

Kurt, Ken & Dick (Mobile Poem)